Happy Birthday Sr. Daniel!

Sr. Mary Daniel King OP - it’s her birthday today. She has been dead for a number of years now, but we knew each other well. She was a Hawthorne Dominican, and for many years the Administrator of the St. Paul Cancer Home, Our Lady of Good Counsel. She was special indeed - sort of a fire cracker.
She always wanted to leave and be either a hermit or - no, she would never make it in an enclosed order - so a hermit would have been best. A move many of her sisters - at one time or another - may have preferred as well. (Community life isn’t easy.)
Shoot from the hip nun that she was, she had a heart of gold. Oh! How she loved the poor. (Actually all Hawthorne Dominicans love the poor.) She was an excellent nun - crazy - but excellent.
I remember asking her once what she thought was wrong with her - “Were your parents alcoholic? Were you abused?” Which only got her more angry.
Then one day I asked, “Sr. Daniel, what is your heritage?”
“I’m German-Irish!” was her proud retort.
“That’s it!” I said triumphantly.
“What’s it?” She answered cautiously.
“That is your problem!” Delighted, as I figured out what was wrong with her.
“You are a beast!” She declared as she stormed out of the room. (Note: She was laughing at what I said.)
Yet she loved me, and I loved her. We knew each other’s foibles and how to push each other’s buttons. She was eccentric, and so was I. Yet she was rather holy - I was just there to test her holiness before she died.
Sister developed Alzheimer’s, and eventually died a beautiful death. She was born on this date when it fell on Good Friday in a year I can’t remember.
I miss her, and remember her fondly, and I know she prays for me who caused her such suffering at the end of her life. Those Hawthorne Dominicans are tough ladies! If you’re a tough lady, investigate their life - they take late vocations. (You have to be generous though - it is a hard life. Adoro…Cathy…are you reading this?)
Happy birthday Sister Daniel!

